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This is going to be extremely wordy and a bit image heavy (one photo per song). I considered splitting this into two entries: MOE and then the show itself but I didn’t want another awkward ending. I’m sorry.
Last Friday (March 30) was phenomenal because I went to two Hanson shows: a fan club Members-Only Event (best $40 I’ve ever spent) and the big show itself. I woke up to rain fallin’ down outta— no? No quoting Hanson songs? So I woke up and it was raining and I said to the skies: “Nah-uh, Mother Nature, no.” I put on my specially picked out, super fancy 65PHP concert dress (that’s less than USD2 for non-Filipinos and yes, I’m being sarcastic) and bent forward in the mirror to see if my ass would hang out; it did so I put on some shorts. I raised my arms, twirled my right hand— index finger pointed— around (practicing for Where’s The Love, yehehehes), and tested to see if the top would stay in place. It did. I was ready.
Here’s the thing: I don’t know how to begin writing about Hanson. I’ve started this entry several times, with cheesy opening lines like “Fifteen years ago, I gave my heart to a band and I never got it back”; sad-funny truths like “When you’re in your mid-20s and are just about to see a band you’ve loved since you were 12 for the second time, you try to be guarded with your heart”; and just-plain-truths like “The problem with being a Hanson fan is that everyone thinks they’re the band’s biggest fan. So everyone hates each other.”
Nothing works, nothing feels right, so I guess I’ll just wing it. I mean, I have over 1200 photos from the four days that Hanson was in the country, with only 30ish of those that aren’t of the band. What the heck, really.
Also: this is a really long entry and I wrote it more for my benefit than, well, ~yours~.
Photo by Kris Rocha
I just had the most surreal half-week of my life. I can’t wait to sit back, finally absorb everything, and get to blogging about it but I also have a huge backlog of work to go through. While I would rather write about the past four days while it’s still fresh on my mind, my love for Hanson will not pay the bills so this quick entry/giveaway will have to do for now.